I had just turned 22 a month before. 9/11 was my "Generations" JFK, or Pearl Harbor. Nobody forgets where they were or what they were doing when they first heard about the 1st plane crashing into the WTC. Then, turning on the radio, nearest TV, or internet sites.
I live a few hundred miles south in Pennsylvania. It was an absolutely beautiful day. I mean spectacular. Crisp, perfect temperature, and that lasted all day here on the east coast. In all honesty, that added to the surreal feeling of the day. It's like it was all so hard to take in because of how wonderful the weather was. It wasn't dark or gloomy. Early morning, I was getting my car inspected, then drove promptly to work. I got to work at about 9:15. Everyone was already talking about it, watching it on the TV, and on the internet as well. (slow as it was back then, but not bad actually) I hadn't had the radio on on my way to work, so it was news to me.
The next few weeks were a DAZE. Even though I had been physically "out" of the JW's since about 15, I was still pretty much mentally "in." I held to the JW belief system. I figured this was the start of the Great Tribulation. Or did I? I honestly did NOT hurry back to the Kingdumb Hell like so many others did. I didn't attend at all. Neither did my mother. It was all such a shock, and I figured if it was the Time of the End, than so be it. I knew there'd be war of this, but to still be here in 2019, with no Armageddon in sight? Never even occurred to me. I just turned 40 in August. Never thought I'd be this age in This System of Things. Here I am! 2020 is just around the corner. Than, 2021 - and 20 years since 9/11.
I now understand how my parents felt as they reflected where THEY were on Nov 22nd, 1963. They used to speak of "before and after" when referring to it. Truly, there was a "before 9/11", and there is now an "after."